In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 127 The Magician Merlin

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

The giant monster is like a vigorous cheetah, with its body bent slightly, trampling on the ground with all four feet, moving around in this square, and tossing rapidly.

"laugh!"

It jumped like a tiger and struck at the tiny figure, with its right arm raised high, its sharp claws covering the sky and the sun.

"boom!!!!"

The huge torso slammed to the ground, and the claws swept across.

The lingering hurricane swept in, accompanied by the huge shadow that was about to smash the ground, and the flickering black edge was about to leave the afterimage, almost forming a black "wall"!
"Crack! Kaka!"

In an instant, the metal fragments on the butcher knife vibrated wildly.

At the same time, Ryan's body slid backwards,
The next moment, he stepped hard, and he jumped high. Compared with the giant beast, his figure was small and insignificant. The weeds under the towering giant tree.

However, he held the magnificent butcher knife tightly in his hand, and the jagged metal fragments trembled wildly like the teeth of a meat grinder, like the sharp teeth on a meat grinder!
Ryan springs into the air.

"Wow—"

Under her body, the feet of the giant hand were firmly embedded in the ground. Because of the tiger's jumping movement, she had to use her feet to grind two shocking grooves on the surface in order to barely stop her body.

Its head subconsciously lifted up, and a pair of animal pupils shrank like needlepoints.

In mid-air, Ryan was carrying a butcher's knife, his azure blue eyes blooming brilliantly in the shadows.

The blood in his body was boiling, and his heart was roaring like an engine.

The veins on the arm popped up, and he pressed down with one hand.

Subsequently.

"boom!"

He had already climbed into the air, his body was like a burning cannonball, he accelerated instantly, and hit the target on the ground!
"call out--"

Nourishes—

The lunatic waved the "chainsaw" in his hand and threw it at the monster.

"call!"

Down below, the giant beast's vertical pupils flickered, and the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages in its mind rose rapidly. With a quick breath, it fled forward with a speed that did not match its huge body.

however.

"Zizzi-"

With a treacherous sound, the sharp blade was pressed hard on its torso at the moment it was about to flee.

"Woooooooooooooooo!!"

The giant beast howled and wailed deafeningly.

Because, it can feel that as the cold invades its body, a sharp pain will instantly climb up all over the body.

The flesh and blood are turning into finely minced meat under the meat grinder!

The bone can't form any obstacle at all, even if it tries its best to deform the bone and try to expand it to block the sharp blade, it has no effect at all, and can only let the sharp knife continue to penetrate!

It wants to escape.

But there is no escape at all!

The figure was already deeply embedded in its back, his legs were smashed into the flesh, his claws were like hunting falcons, piercing through the skin, piercing through the muscles, and clawing hard at the bones.

It's like a portable instrument of torture, extremely perverted!
"Zi!"

The butcher's knife is still going deep.

The moment it pierced the giant beast's back, the flesh and blood around the blade was crushed, and the entire penetrating wound was like a well being dug.

Blood splashed out!

At last.

The hunter let go of his hand, his eyes suddenly hardened, and then he exerted force on his arm, allowing the tip of the blade to be buried in the body of the giant beast.

But he himself jumped off the giant beast's body with a knife handle!
Accompanied by the movement of his jumping down, the blade slashed down without any resistance in his body, splitting the giant beast in half.

"Pfft!"

Finally, an invisible force burst out from Ryan's hands.

The remnants of the horrifying giant beasts instantly turned into lumps of flesh piled up like hills.

Theocracy is used to collect corpses.

This usage is undoubtedly a bit reckless.

But helplessly, Ryan prefers to dismember his prey with a knife, a quirk of old-school witchers.

The old men who retired from the witch hunting agency and returned to the academic department for retirement all called them experts.

Ryan stood beside the piled up pieces of meat, twisting his neck slightly.

Looking around, the huge square was empty.

They all went to escape, which is very good.

"Kakkaka!"

With the blade retracted, he stretched his muscles and bones, everything around him, including the huge square and the ancient city wall.

Let him have the illusion of being in the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Fighting giant monsters was not once or twice, and this time it was particularly easy, but during the short battle, he always felt something strange.

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Touching his chin, he looked around again.

"Yo!"

Raphael sprang out from a corner, climbed onto Ryan's shoulder, and waved her paw at him.

The black cat looks lazy.

She has a clear understanding of the power and "perversion" of the lunatic, and she is not surprised by the pieces of meat that keep slipping from the side.

"What a surprise"

The black cat glanced at the piece of meat, and the sigh in its mouth meant something else.

Apparently because of the sudden transformation of the priestess into a behemoth.

"The important figures in this city are not always blessed by their ancestors."

Ryan bent down, took out the test tube from his arms, and started the day-to-day collection work.

"Do you feel something is wrong?"

he asked the black cat.

"what?"

Raphael tilted his head, quietly watching him busy, showing doubts about what he said.

"Nevermind."

Lane glanced at the black cat on his shoulder.The source of the weirdness in the mind is like an itching creeping up on the skin.

He clearly felt uncomfortable, and stretched out his hand to scratch, but he still couldn't grasp the point.

"Next, what shall we do?"

The black cat yawned and asked as if bored.

"Looking for trouble."

Ryan stood up, patted the clothes on his body, and then he took out a delicate metal box from his arms.

"Crack!"

Press the switch, and the metal box cover opens.

I saw a few strands of jet-black hair lying quietly in it.

"In this city, apart from Freya who doesn't belong to this era, there seem to be some people who behave strangely."

Raphael didn't respond.

She still lay lazily on Ryan's shoulder.

Sometimes, Ryan can't help but think this way, adding that this big cat often sits on the shoulders of the former owner
Then, with the black cat and the weight of the mountain, the lady named Mary must have carried an extraordinary weight on her shoulders.

Curious.

"There is a problem."

The black cat stretched out its paws, separated its fingers, and tried to raise "one finger".

Turning her head and looking at Ryan, she said: "If I remember correctly, your guess about the witch is that even if these things are dead during the day, they will be resurrected by the fog at night."

"Then she."

Raphael pointed to the minced meat that was drifting away behind Ryan.

"Large size is a striking feature."

Ryan said: "To be honest, I can't confirm the previous speculation, but if she really resurrected at night, wouldn't it just be confirmed?"

"Making a witch." Raphael narrowed his eyes.

"This time, no sedative was injected."

Nothing to do with sedatives or anything.

The truth is at hand.

"Do you need me to watch her?"

Raphael stretched.

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Lane nodded.

"It's also protection."

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"clatter--"

In the darkness, there were hurried footsteps.

As the man walked quickly in the darkness, at the same time, the lantern in his hand was also shaking. The light dispelled the darkness, and he quickly went deep into the cellar along the round ladder.

In the corners illuminated by lanterns, there are some inconspicuous bugs lurking.

However, it was these things that he didn't care about on weekdays, but at this moment, they looked like monsters, which made him feel astonished like a bird of fright.

"Da da da!!!"

His pace was extremely fast, and he was no longer graceful and comfortable.

His pale face was covered with cold sweat, and he was holding something tightly in his hand.

He looked back from time to time, as if, in the darkness where the light faded, there was something following closely behind him.

Creepy.

This is the depths of the mansion, and the spiral downward stairs made him feel that it was longer than usual.

Very tormented.

"Ugh-"

A gust of wind, a strange wind came. .

The darkness in front of him looked like a devil's throat.

"Da da da--"

The lights spread forward rapidly.

The man's heartbeat echoed in the space.

Until this moment, the sound of footsteps stopped, and heavy breathing filled the entire space.

"Oh!"

The man slammed open the unlocked wooden door, and he hurriedly hid in the cellar.

"clatter--"

"squeak!"

Putting the lantern on the table at will, the metal scratched against the table, and there was a piercing whistling sound.

"squeak--"

He jerked his chair away and sat down hastily.

"Whoosh-"

"call!"

The man was motionless.Resting your chin with your fists, try to keep your breathing steady and calm yourself down.

"—"

"Clap!"

Sweat dripped down the table along his pale face.

"Damn! Damn!!"

His heart can't settle down!
"call--"

Taking a deep breath, the cellar once again fell into the silence of death.

Forcing himself to close his eyes, he silently recited a series of mantras in his heart.

however--

Standing in the corner, in the seemingly dark environment.

Those eyes are shining!

No. This time, these eyes no longer looked at the man's back unblinkingly, nor did they look hazy.

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"The shroud on the corpse has been shaken off!"

Because, the owner of these eyes slowly moves out of the darkness!

They are not "walking", they have no concept of walking!Some, just like a mass of air, slowly drifting forward.

Silently!

"why why!"

The man sitting at the table suddenly opened his eyes and shouted hysterically:
"Why didn't the gods respond to me!"

The man growled angrily.

"He lied to me! He lied to me!"

"The kingdom of eternity - the paradise outside the world."

There was some panic in the man's voice.

"all fake!"

"He promised me. But now, Eleanor is dead, and she's a monster!"

"what about me?!"

"what about me?!"

Inexplicably, while the man was screaming frantically, the memories in his mind flashed back crazily.

"It's over. He said it's almost over."

"and many more!"

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The man's eyes widened.

"Zi!"

Suddenly, his chest burst open!Viscera and blood gushed out, staining the tabletop in blood red.

"crunch, crunch!"

The next moment, a daunting and weird sound resounded inside the cellar.

"Oh!"

He lay powerlessly on the table, his side face in close contact with the blood-stained table.

"Clap!"

Accompanied by the sound of blood dripping.

One of his eyeballs slipped out of its socket.The black hole in the eye socket was exposed.

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Then, a blood vessel spread across the table.

Like the tentacles of an octopus, it absorbed the bloodshot eyeballs, and then left lightly.

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Ryan looked gloomy.

He looked at the horror in front of him.

"clatter--"

Walking forward slowly, he grabbed the man's hair and pulled it back violently.

Suddenly, an ugly face that lost its eyeballs appeared in front of him in an instant.

"The lord, Isaac."

There was still horror on the city lord's face.

"Oh!"

Throwing the head of the city lord back to the table, Ryan didn't pay attention to his miserable corpse for too long.

Although this guy seems to be pierced by an "alien", it's too scary to explode.

"Ok?"

Ryan looked at the table, and the messy alchemy props were not displayed for the time being. He saw that the table was covered with the blood of the city lord, however.

On one side of the table, there was an area of ​​blood, empty and empty.

The area was rectangular, and the edges of the bloodstains were clear and sharp.

"It's a book."

what book?

Ryan remembered that Freya once said that Isaac had obtained a book that recorded alchemy potions.

"He was killed by gutting."

"The book was taken away?"

Ryan looked around: "The book not only contains the method of making alchemy potions, I am afraid, but also the secret between him and the person or thing who killed him."

Ryan looked at the room full of sacrificial utensils, squinted his eyes, took a few steps forward, and carefully observed those amazing things.

"Except for these hard-to-guess things."

"There are still corpses."

Scattered bones in the corner caught Lane's attention.

The bones are deformed, like some kind of large reptile, but with slender four-legged legs and human finger structure.

The walls are covered with "murder weapons".

Including but not limited to handcuffs and anklets, boning knives, scalpels, etc.

"Dismemberment tool."

"Such a small witch, if she is right, she should."

Ryan muttered to himself, but didn't say what should come after.

Looking up, Ryan noticed again that there was a very weird "room" in a certain corner of the cellar.

That area is not big, judging from the dust falling around it, it is only fifty or sixty centimeters square.

what is this?
sculpture?

Everything in front of him became a mystery, lingering in Ryan's heart.

Soon, he turned around without delay and left the cellar.

afternoon.

Ryan came to the tavern.

There are still few people here, and the residents are afraid to avoid it.

"squeak…"

Pushing open the door of the tavern, in the unobstructed lobby, sundries are still randomly piled up in the corner.

"Squeaky."

The owner of the tavern wiped the glass over and over again, and when he saw a guest coming, he slowly raised his head.

He smiled ugly at the hunter.

"Come on something?"

"beer."

Willard took a glass of beer and placed it in front of Ryan.

"Ugh."

Willard sighed suddenly, and said helplessly, "Sir, it's useless for you to find me, I'm a victim."

"Or? Wait until you get out of this person's body before saying this?"

Ryan raised his glass with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Don't be angry, my friend."

Willard smiled: "I definitely didn't add fuel to this gentleman's experience. He wants revenge and finds out the truth. It just so happens that you and his goals are the same."

"Fulfilling someone else's last wish is a great thing."

Willard laughed.

"Is he dead?" Ryan asked.

"He died a long time ago, he was beaten to death." Willard spread his hands.

"Then who are you?"

"I am traveling through the galaxy"

A knife rested on Willard's shoulder.

"I am a magician."

"?" Ryan was stunned.

"What you see is not me, it's just one of my [thought bodies]. In short, once I feel something strange that interests me in this world, I will unconsciously separate a wisp of thought, Come on a thrilling trip."

Willard smiled gently and put his hands on his chest.

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Ryan can feel that since the person in front of him no longer hides, a subtle fluctuation is constantly coming. At the same time, there is also a flood of oppressive force.

"Merlin the Sorcerer."

"Nice to meet you, sir."

Willard laughed.

(End of this chapter)